There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing.
A little girl. Why is it always a little girl?
The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds
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I have come to the creek
to lay down my grief
beside the trees whose roots
creep into the stone-laden water.
I can not sink my grief,
I tried for years
to climb into the ferocious sea
and drown my pain.
but the sea doesn't pick and choose,
I nearly drowned too.
So I take my mourning,
lay it beside me on the dirt
hoping it will sow something.
I can't lay all of it,
no,
I'll carry it until I see you again.
to lay down my grief
beside the trees whose roots
creep into the stone-laden water.
I can not sink my grief,
I tried for years
to climb into the ferocious sea
and drown my pain.
but the sea doesn't pick and choose,
I nearly drowned too.
So I take my mourning,
lay it beside me on the dirt
hoping it will sow something.
I can't lay all of it,
no,
I'll carry it until I see you again.